Go Die In A Bathtub, it look so beautiful to see the blood mix up with the water as the showerhead pound the rain down on your naked body. To see the curtains wrap around your hands and feet as the life disappear from your cold blue eyes.
As I walk into the room, I instantly smell the fresh blood and my mouth are filled with water. I can with the few senses I have left feel Death walk right behind me, I look into his eyes of darkness. I can feel the force of life, flow away from me and into his hand, but as we keep looking deep into eachothers eyes, his as dark as my soul and mime as blue as his mind. He is the first one to look away and my life-force returns by tenfold time, as I know I yet aging have stolen a life from the poor forsaken beast. It’s not the life in the bathtub, it’s the life I so many times have tried to take from myself, but always found a way to come back up.